Today my little munchable BB woke us all up at 5am. The whole house.
So my hubster and I tagged teamed getting the children up and had our showers. By this point it was 6am.
Between 6am and 8am before my step daughter left for school, I’d made a pasta bake for BBs lunch and homemade cheese and broccoli scones. My step daughter was delighted to take them to school for her snack and I felt proud and happy too.
A year a go a morning like this would’ve killed me. My husband and I would’ve argued, resented each other and been snappy with the kids.
Nothing has changed apart from the fact I’m sober. Instead of it being a rubbish, tiring morning, I felt accomplished, proud to be sending my SD off with something I baked and full of love towards the hubby.
On his way home from the school run my hubby picked up some tulips to surprise me with. He never would’ve done that a year ago either. He said he just wanted to do something nice for the effort I’d put in.
I’m not saying going sober is all sunshine and tulips. It’s not. It’s bloody hard work. Some days you want to curl up in a ball and cry.
But 9 months after quitting (well 9 months tomorrow) it’s definitely worth it. It seems going sober had changed the tinsy wincy things. Like my mood when I wake up, my organisation skills, good feelings towards myself. All these little things have snowballed into big changes.
So if you’re struggling or curious I’d definitely stick with it and give it a try. I definitely look back and thing how far in 9 short months I’ve come. What’s the worst that could happen?